The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1887-10-15


drop right ontcr our centrcticldcr :"
"JccWiZz :" exclaimed the Old Set
tier. "Hoilcr To him to git olItcn the
way of it -
Bat. great smoke :" sail the cxcitct
friend Of the Daisy Cutters. wat.
Snagsy Junc, an Bill Simmons an Pclcc
dom! I'm a coon-skin nailed to a barn
door, if the kctrhcr, the pitcher, IN
the short stop hai2't ali three of en- ;
lcggin' it 10 centre field ia git chanc,
at that ball, an it a comm straight
down inter centre fields hands :"
"Brlly for them shouted the Old
Settler. ''Thar's game for We Riskin
thcir>clf TO save that little chap over thar
that don't know 10 more'n TO jist hol
his hans up to'ard that ball, wen he CO
git clean away I'm it. Them boys Ia.
90: pluck, an II paralyzo these Hollel
Backs yet. fore they'm done with EN-
"Bang! goes Pcleg plumb inter cen
tire field, an thcy both muif IT," yelled
the home club's friend, and he shool
his fist and gnashed his teeth.
"Hooray for Pelcg' exclaimed tn,
Old Settler. 'Hooray for the jim-dandl
short stop o the Daisy Cutters. He,
go. the grit, Jist leave it 70 him an
he'll sweep the earth with the Hollel
Backs VT
Three runs an home run" shOutet
the frantic friend OF the Daisies, as tn,
Hoiler Backs four men scored with n
one to interfere. Three men on base.
and one "a the bat, an ketcher, pitcher
an short stop Pllyin' in centre field
Let's finish these Daisy Cutters"
The Old Settler was borne along il
the crowd of excited hackers Of the
home club, as they rushed toward the
players. The next thing he saw was
one bowling youth and Bill Simmons
rolling over on the ground. and Bill
getting the worst Of it; another you'll
holding Shaggy Jones to the earth and
pegging it into him with both fists,
while other members of the Daisy Cut
tiers were tearing away in all directions,
with yelling pursuers at their heels.
The Old Settler looked around in sur
prise FOR Peleg, and saw his red shirt
disappear over Il fence quarter of q
mile away, on the nearest cut for home.
The Old Settler, somewhat dazed and
muddled over the sudden termination
OF the match, stood aloof from the me.
lee and mnsed:
81 cant e'ZacIy understan' it." he
said, ''but FIN appearances | sh'd jedge
tht some O or nine must ha' made a
wrong move, somehow.
BY and by peace was restored, and
Bill Simmons and Shaggy Jones, with
bloody noses and gorgeous base ball
suits torn and dirty, We're the only ones
of the Daisy Cutters who were present
when the umpire declared the winners
by score of II to B. Peleg had poor
appetite for supper that evening. After
supper, VIXEN The Old Settler had taken
his place on the back stoop, he called
Peleg and said:
"Git the pitcher, sonny, an go down
an git me q quart o cider to the tav-
ern."
81 can't, grandpop," said Peleg,
peevishly, "I'm tired"
"Wns it a helpin' to sweep the earth
with the Holler Backs th't tired ye,'
asked tie Old Settler, ''or was it the
run / see We maxim to'erds-"
where's the pitcher, grandpop?" said
Pcleg quickly, jumping from his chair.
''In the pantry, sonny"
The next minute Peleg was on his way
after the cider. The Old Settler
chuckled as he said:
"The iim-dandy short stop O the
Daisy Cutters is little sensitive, I'm
afcerd, over his days sport in Sheer
Sorrel Melder. T'-morrow night Tie
want some new smokin' t'backer, an II
asst Peleg if the Holler Backs made out
to hit Bill Simmons. Ha. ha. ha:"
The Old Settler was laughing YET
when Pcleg got back with the cider.
ED MoTT.